Eyes closed, what do you see?
The aroma of your skin and pounding of a powerful sea.
The smooth, warm stones beneath my feet
Dreaming, what figments illuminate your senses?
"The cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass,
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed"
The warm stone flowed energy into me, alivening, illuminating, awakening me.
Life led me down its road, the stone cast into the sea, not forgotten.
in search of my own energy. The feeling of being alive in a dream.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Life goes on, it thrives, it suffers.
stoneless, but full of life.
Temporary Euphoria.
The years were short, but the days were long
the stone sinking away, but not forgotten.
the journeys destination mistakenly reached
the neglected stone remembered
nirvana not found, still in search of the feeling.
feeling of life, the feeling of dreams.
the journey presses on
in search of my own stone
craving the feeling of being alive,
craving the feeling of contentment.
being away from the numbness of typical life,
journeying in search of the pure life.
my stone and me
the journey never ends.
the dreamy journey continues on,
awakening, alivening, illuminating
the dream that is my life.
My warm light on a winters day.
-Julie Cutter
